Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 286 The oriole is behind
If it were a year ago, Song Heping might have really set a trap and let the people in the company kill the person who was following him.

But now Song Heping has more things to consider.

Jianghu is not about fighting and killing.

The world is still about human relationships and worldly affairs.

Killing a stalker might be satisfying, but it seems foolish and can easily put you in a difficult situation with no room for maneuver.

If the other party is a CIA agent, although he can pretend to be ignorant and blame it on manslaughter, it will also make the "musician"'s defense unsafe from then on.

What he wants now is to put the CIA in a bad light and get the military to come forward and endorse him.

On Simon's side, he completely underestimated Song Heping's ability.

The tracking that I thought was done secretly has actually been exposed.

The next night, Song Heping went out on time to pick up Yusuf from his home.

This time, there were two more weapons technicians from the former Irigo government army. They were once professional engineers in the Shadamu army who were responsible for the maintenance of the air defense system.

One of these two men was called Muhammad and the other was called Haziz.

Seeing Song Heping, the two of them saluted very politely and shook hands.

Song Heping noticed that the two men were not ordinary people at first glance and were obviously well educated.

After getting in the car, Song Heping, as usual, chatted with Yusuf about family matters while driving towards Fallujah.

When he turned onto the main road from the intersection outside Yusuf's house, Song Heping glanced at the rearview mirror intentionally or unintentionally.

Sure enough, the Nissan was parked on the side of the road not far away.

"Humph……"

A sneer appeared at the corner of Song Heping's mouth.

That's it?

CIA?

Ha ha.

He pretended nothing had happened and continued to chat with Yusuf about his recent work, asking most about how Yusuf's "Brotherhood" was operating.

This meeting has great energy.

Although they are all middle-level officials in the Irigo government and there are not many big figures, their number is astonishing. They involve all aspects of the industry and are small bureaucrats in charge of specific affairs in various departments.

To this day, Song Heping still maintains the business of providing private armed protection for these people, and it is all free of charge.

Therefore, Song Heping himself has a high prestige in this association.

After all, nothing is more important than safety.

When Song Heping's car drove into the highway heading towards Fallujah, a CIA agent holding a Nikon camera in the Nissan kept pressing the shutter, clicking and taking pictures of Song Heping's car and license plate.

Then he opened the preview and looked at some photos he had taken inside the intersection.

A good camera really makes a difference.

The photos of Song Heping, Yusuf, and the two Irig engineers chatting at the door, as well as the car driving towards Fallujah, were all clearly recorded.

"Follow me."

He nodded to the driver.

The driver, another agent, smiled as he shifted into gear and said jokingly, "This guy thinks he's going to make a fortune!"

As he spoke, the car drove onto the road and followed in the direction of Fallujah.

The agent in the co-pilot seat sneered, "This time the evidence is solid. Let's take a few more photos tonight and then take action when they ship the goods."

After saying that, he picked up the radio intercom and contacted the substation command center.

"The robin is calling the raven. The target is on the way and has been spotted."

"Big Crow, get it. Follow closely and don't make any mistakes. This kid is very cunning."

"They definitely didn't notice us. There were two more people tonight. I wonder if they were buyers."

"Did you take the photo?"

“I took the photo.”

"OK, I'll report back later."

At 8:50 in the evening, Song Heping's bulletproof Lincoln arrived at the makeshift airport outside Fallujah again.

As usual, Yusuf's fat face was the pass. The soldiers opened the iron gate, and a group of people drove in and arrived in front of the warehouse.

After getting out of the car, Yusuf asked the soldiers to take Mohammed and Haziz to check the SA-9 air defense missile system, and then he stood in the open space and chatted with Song Heping.

Song Heping asked him, "Where did you find these two people? Are they reliable?"

Yusuf glanced back at the warehouse and nodded, "One hundred percent reliable."

"Are you so sure?" Song Heping asked.

Yusuf said, "Don't worry about me. They are both former weapons experts from the government army. They are responsible for guiding the care and maintenance of weapons. You can rest assured about their technical expertise."

At this point, he suddenly sighed: "It's really sad to say."

Song Heping asked hurriedly: "What's so sad?"

Yusuf pointed in the direction of the warehouse and said, "These two are rare talents. Both have received higher education and are experts in weapon maintenance and repair. Why did they need to do inspections themselves before? Before Shadamu fell, people like him were arrogant in Yiligo, responsible for guiding every unit they were assigned to. Now you see, they are like skilled workers. No, they are even worse off than skilled workers. If it weren't for me, they would probably starve to death on the streets."

Song Heping was greatly surprised: "Is it that tragic?"

In his opinion, how could someone with hands and feet starve to death?
Even in a war-torn country like Irigoe, even if you do hard work, you can still make a living and avoid starving to death on the streets.

What’s more, how could two highly educated technocrats end up in such a miserable state?

Seeing that Song Heping didn't believe it, Yusuf briefly explained why these two guys had fallen into such a miserable state.

It turns out that it is related to Irigo's policies.

In today's Irige, anyone who has anything to do with the former government forces will not have an easy time.

Fearing a resurgence of former military forces, the new Irigo government has adopted a profoundly foolish strategy: anyone who served in the former army or under the Shadam government will be permanently banned from employment, except under special circumstances. Irigo people, whether American or not, never seem to grasp the wisdom of "beating with a stick and then offering a way out."

This practice of beating people with sticks without giving them any chance to live has resulted in a large number of former government officers and soldiers, as well as some professional technical bureaucrats, all being unemployed.

The only way out for those who are associated with the former government forces is to join the chaotic armed groups in various parts of the country, pledge allegiance to those armed groups, and become members of the resistance forces or even extremist armed forces.

Even so, the interim government and the Americans never reflected on their policies, but instead became even more convinced that their approach was correct—see! I told you those guys are unreliable! They will definitely turn against us!
But such a policy is a good thing for private PMC companies and armed groups like Song Heping.

One of the most difficult things about setting up a PMC is assembling a highly professional private armed force.

A large number of former military officers and soldiers who were kicked out of the system and were in danger of losing their jobs, as well as technical talents, flocked to Song Heping's company like a tide.

After all, working here not only pays well, but also offers better benefits than the army under the provisional government. Moreover, Chinese bosses like Song Heping are easy-going and don't have the condescending and superior feeling of white bosses.

So far, among all the PMC companies in Irigo, Song Heping's company is obviously at the level of Little Karami in terms of the number of core members, but in terms of the number and quality of local Irigo mercenaries, the local mercenary team of the "Musician" Defense Company is the one with the highest professional level.

Fame spreads from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred.

Currently, in the local circle of former government soldiers, the "Musician" Defense Company is the best employment option.

That’s why long queues appeared in front of the company after Ferrari posted the recruitment notice.

There were several hundred positions available, but more than 3,000 people applied. In the end, the best of the best were selected and more than 500 people were left.

"I have something to ask you." After telling about the living conditions of Muhammad and Haziz, Yusuf asked Song Heping for help.

Song Heping asked straightforwardly: "Just tell me what's going on. What's our relationship?"

"I've been secretly trying to find them some work, but it wasn't related to their profession. It was just errands, and the pay wasn't high. I was thinking, brother, don't you run a defense company? You look like you might want to get into the arms business, and you'll need weapons maintenance experts. I think you could use Muhammad and Haziz. How about hiring them to work in your company?"

Yusuf's request caught Song Heping off guard.

He had previously thought of doing business in buying and selling aircraft, so he asked White Bear to look for Russian Air Force engineers, but he had never thought of recruiting any local Irigo engineers.

Seeing Song Heping's hesitation, Yusuf quickly added, "They're both really miserable. Each of them has more than ten people in their family. They used to be technicians and didn't have much physical strength. Now in Yiligo, there are not many jobs for those who work hard, not to mention people with tainted backgrounds like them. It's even harder to find work..."

Song Heping interrupted him: "Yusuf, are you related to them?"

There is actually a deep meaning behind his asking this question.

Favor.

This is the key.

He knew these two had skills.

But more importantly, he must know the relationship between the two and Yusuf.

If he is a relative, then Yusuf owes me a greater favor.

The degree of binding Yusuf as an ally of interests will be even deeper.

Yusuf smiled awkwardly. "They're not relatives, but classmates. We were in the same school. I often copied their homework. They were the top students in the class."

"I see." Song Heping finally understood: "People must be reliable. You know, some of the business I do is shady."

Yusuf immediately patted his chest. "Don't worry! There's absolutely no problem. Besides, my introduction to you isn't in vain. The government army has not only phased out the previous air force equipment, but also the army equipment. Do you know how many tanks Shadamu still has left? Have you ever thought about selling them?"

"tank!?"

Song Heping was stunned.

He really hadn't thought about it.

That thing is just a big lump of iron, and it's very heavy.

How much money can be sold?
He didn't know what to do.

"Yes, tanks. Some models are quite good, such as T-72," Yusuf said with a smile.

It seems that he has tasted the sweetness of the business and is getting too much profit and commission from the arms business.

It wasn't Song Heping who took the initiative to drag him into the arms deal.

Now Yusuf is trying his best to find something to sell to Song Heping.

Song Heping is his God of Wealth.

"Okay, after this is over, let them work in my company. How about a base salary of one thousand dollars? If they participate in any business, the commission will be calculated separately." Song Heping put forward the conditions.

At first, Song Heping felt that the price was too low.

After all, he is a weapons expert.

A monthly salary of one thousand dollars is not high.

Unexpectedly, Yusuf was overjoyed: "No problem! One thousand dollars is enough to support a family!"

While the two were standing in the open space chatting, about 400 meters away from the makeshift airport, two CIA agents slowly retreated behind the slope.

One of them asked, "Did you take pictures of everything?"

The agent in question nodded: "No problem, the picture is very clear."

Another agent said, "Okay, let's withdraw."

The two men carefully packed up their things, bent down, and used the tall grass as cover to evacuate the scene silently.

About ten minutes later, in a secluded place about one kilometer away from the simple airport, the two returned to the Nissan SUV, opened the door and got in.

However, in the half minute when they approached the off-road vehicle and got on, a reconnaissance camera quietly emerged from behind the haystack about 300 meters away from the off-road vehicle, aimed at the two people and started clicking.

After the Nissan SUV left, Ferrari took out his phone and called Song Heping.

"how?"

Song Heping asked cryptically.

"Caught it."

Ferrari looked at the camera screen, browsed the pictures, and couldn't help but smile narcissistically: "My photography skills are pretty good."

　Asking for a monthly ticket! Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)